I am patiently standing in line at the grocery store, feeling somewhat content for nearly completing my task of shopping for a camping trip this weekend. Suddenly, a jolt of panic rips through my brain ~ holy heat ~ I have no freaking idea where I parked my car!
Seriously, this short term memory failure is so not funny any more. At first, I'll admit, it was a little humorous. How could I possibly have forgotten where I parked my car. I just parked it not 10 minutes ago. I have a Bachelors of Science degree and they didn't teach any classes on how to regain your short term memory when your rouge brain tail has hidden it from you in the dark recesses of your mind!
Last thing I remembered when I was pulling into the parking space was seeing two surprised nuns dressed in royal blue habits. Thank goodness I still have my photographic memory in tact! It must not be stored in the cerebellum, otherwise, I would be in big trouble.
Mam ~ can I help you find your car?
Why certainly officer ~ I parked it over there where the scared nuns were standing. I nearly ran over them in my stealth hover craft.
Mam ~ I guess it would have been more helpful if you had run over them, then we could locate your car a little easier~
Did I tell you that my brain tail makes me a little snarky at times?!?